Erotic stories and experiences about guys being seduced while drunk or asleep. These stories are by many authors and may or may not be true. Author's names are given where known.All characters depicted are over 18 and none of the images show frontal nudity. Any contributions are welcome as long as full copyright details are included where known. Any deletions should be requested to same address. Send to jstnwoodward@gmail.com

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Sunday, 25 June 2017

While I was Sleeping by Tommanburl

While I Was Sleeping

I
was in bed with another guy. Our college student group had just
finished a two-month tour and on our last night before returning home,
we stayed in a motel. Two beds and four guys to a room, so an old roomie
and I took one bed.

When we had roomed together, nothing ever happened between us. He'd make
some comments on occasion, but nothing terribly far out of the ordinary
for a guy. But this night turned out differently.

I slept deeply, more so than usual, since I was exhausted from the tour.
In the middle of the night, I awoke to a strange hand in my underwear
stroking my cock, which was already hard and pulsing to his touch.

At first, I was scared. Never had anybody touched my cock but me. I had
no warning, no preparation. Here I was in bed suddenly with a hand on my
cock, and two other guys in a bed beside us who'd likely not approve of
what was happening.

The sensation of having someone else do what I'd always done was
exquisite. The feeling of being desired, and that by a masculine friend,
was heady. But the invasion of my shorts, the intrusion into my
sexuality, left me in shock, threw me in a state of heightened
awareness, once my awakened brain took stock.

At first, wanting but not wanting, I turned away from him, as if I were
still asleep, my mind not believing that this was happening to me. My
heart beat wildly. What to do? The question was answered for me as
shortly his hand came again, seeking my cock. Deftly, he bypassed my
short's waistband, skimmed my modest pubic hair, and massaged the base
of my shaft.

The pleasure overwhelmed me. My loins betrayed me. I was now his
plaything, awaiting his next move, excited by his daring and his
mastery. And play he did, as his hand gently felt each bulging vein,
combed my groin with his fingers, flattened his hand against my scrotum,
stretched my extended sac, and electrified my balls.

He already knew what my lonely cock desired. His fingers twisted ever so
gently, stroked long and tenderly, circled my engorged head, which I
knew, from my own wanking, was purple with need for release. Slowly, he
spread my emerging precum around my aching bulb, the wetness making
every nerve a thirsty throat. As one hand caressed me and felt my
throbbing cock, his other hand edged down my shorts to my knees. He slid
his body behind me to close the space between us. His nakedness, hot
from desire, pressed against my back, his own raging erection imprinting
itself into my buttocks.

Feeling his own hard cock humping against my ass, pushing apart my
buttocks with his insistence, my cock got the signal and gathered all
the body's energies in a single spot, behind the scrotum, for a white
explosion of such intensity that my body's muscles froze to allow for
ultimate pleasure. My buttocks clench around his shaft, and as he felt
my strings of cum erupt from within, my release squirting into his hand
again and again, bathing my groin and the bed with spreading warmth, his
own cock was triggered by my convulsions. Quietly, robbed of breath by
bodies in ecstasy, we both ejaculated as I was surrounded by cum, my own
filling my lap, and his heat depositing copious puddles on my lower
back and buttocks.

For minutes we remained suspended together, back to front, joined by his
hand's still incessant movement between my cock and balls, spreading my
cum over every part, and cemented by his cum between us. Slowly our
bodies relaxed, but neither of us moved. We slept, two men in wet
dreams, and my unconscious dealing with the forbidden pleasure I'd just
been introduced to.

In the morning, we stirred before the two in the other bed, they
apparently oblivious to all that had gone on during the night. We stole
into the shower before them, covered the soaked sheets with the
bedspread, and sprayed more deodorant and cologne than we usually used.
My ex-roomie had just graduated from college, so after we parted that
day at the tour's end, I never saw him again.

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I am a gay guy in a long-term but fun relationship with a younger guy. Some of the stories are loosely based on some of our experiences (with an added woman in some cases)and some of the younger stories have elements of things I remember when growing up. I enjoy exploring sexuality in real life and also through writing and hope many readers can fantasise with the erotic elements of my stories.
I have had bisexual experiences too and find them erotic even though I choose a gay lifestyle and get very turned on by heterosexual couples also exploring their sexuality. Where I have copyright details they will always be posted and these works remain wholly owned by the writers. If any writer wishes to have a story removed just e-mail and it will be done. I only hope that having your story amongst other similar ones helps it to reach an interested readership.